Half way through the second pizza Sacha went into the kitchen to get herself a glass of water. When she turned around from the sink Hannah was leaning in the doorway.

"Oh, hi."

"Hi" said Hannah. She walked across the kitchen to the fridge. "Just here to get another beer. Hey -" she looked at the glass of water in Sacha's hand - "do you mind?" She reached out her hand towards the glass and raised her eyebrows in friendly inquiry.

"No, sure, go ahead." Sacha gave her the glass; Hannah took a sip and gave it back.

"Thanks."

"No worries." Sacha looked towards the doorway.

"Hey, Sacha . . ."

"Yeah?"

Hannah shut the door of the fridge, beer in hand, and leant against the kitchen bench. "I meant to say, about the other night -" She looked away, as if embarassed, then turned her eyes back to Sacha. "Thanks for not asking the 3rd Obvious Question."

"Which is what?" Sacha asked, a slightly puzzled expression on her face.

Hannah cleared her throat, and quoted: "'Do you think that you being a lesbian has anything to do with your father dying when you were so young?'"

"Well" said Sacha, slightly embarassed, "firstly I believe in biology. I don't believe sexuality is a matter of choice, or of upbringing. Secondly, I don't really follow the logic of the question - seems to me that your father dying would, I dunno, push you towards older men if anything. Thirdly -" she looked away from Hannah, uncharacteristically shy. "Just because I didn't say anything, doesn't mean I wasn't thinking it."

Hannah nodded. "I know. But a thought's there and gone before you can do anything about it. The value of a person's in what they do or say about it. If you ask me."

Sacha shrugged in acceptance. "Okay." She looked back at Hannah; Hannah was looking back at her. They both could have said more, but neither of them did. Eventually Sacha jerked her head towards the sitting room. "Well I'm gonna get more pizza before it's all gone."
"Yeah, me too" agreed Hannah.